Lighting out very early tomorrow morning, placing myself and my meager belongings into the hands and tender-mercies of our modern air-transport system. I always seem to experience several moments of dread before setting out on one of these little adventures anymore (especially when I consider all of the variables). I'm sure of so-few things these days (including myself to a degree). Must be an ageing thing, eh? A good hunting trip depends on so-many things going right that I never used to even think about. I do hope the Great Spirit smiles on me (and mine) yet again.
Last edited by Lloyd3; 10/01/17 03:13 PM.
